This experience is very recent and most details of the spirit's appearances were unfamiliar to me, making description difficult.
I have not been able to narrate any of my gripping tails of paranormal adventure in a long while because of the awful reality of end of year exams in my school. I mention this because my school is rather notorious for its many hauntings and history.
I attend Garron Tower which is situated outside Carnlough on the Coast Road on the way to Larne. The building is a large mansion built in the style of a typical medieval castle, which had come back into fashion in the late 1800s. The owner of the castle was the Marchioness of Londonderry; Francis Anne Vane.
When she died, it was then passed on to her son who had no love for the building and neglected it, at the event of his death it was passed on to Vane's grandson; Winston Churchill. Being the Prime Minister, he had no time for the castle so it was donated to the British Tourist Industry which transformed it into a hotel; it was then devastated by fire and was later turned into a school which it still is today.
In its long history many tragic deaths have occurred including students who threw themselves off the high cliffs over the sea which the castle overlooks.
I am a student attending the school and this was the week of the end of term examinations. Our exam centre was situated in the 'old castle' as it is named now since there are modern school buildings attached to the original structure.
I was presently seated, furiously attempting an English examination on the 9th June at approximately eleven o'clock when the oddest thing occurred. A strange hovering globe appeared over the shoulder of one of the teachers and presently moved at apparently random motions around the room. I was astounded that only I could see it. It approached me three times about five paces from me. I did not reach out to touch it for fear of looking the fool and being disqualified from the exam. It went through all the possibilities in my head of what it could be, I ruled out the possibility of a watch reflection since the light was spherical and not confined to a wall. After the exam had concluded, we left and I saw no more of it.
At lunch time of the 14th June I was sitting with my two friends in the old garden of the castle when a woman walked with an odd spring to her step. She was wearing odd clothes, a white gown like thing with a strange bonnet and all manner of strange old fashioned garments. She walked straight through a group of boys, who did not see her but looked over their shoulders at something they felt but did not see. She too vanished as she neared us.
I researched any sightings of white woman ghosts in Garron Tower but found none but I was sure I saw one.
The final spectre which calls my school his home is a well known figure, commonly known as the 'Black Butler' since his surname was Black and his occupation was butler to the patrons of Garron Tower Hotel in the early 1900s. When the fire started, he was confined to his tower quarters and he was forced to jump out the window for his life. He later died of his injuries from the fall. (There are many variations of this story; nobody is quite certain if that is how or where he died).
I was doing a Geography exam, since it was such a small class they sent us to the drawing room'. An outstandingly beautiful place and a well know hangout of our subject spirit. I began the exam and the typical, exam time hush ensued. I was concentrating to the best of my ability when something caught my eye, moving in the corner of a room.
A man dressed in an old fashioned tuxedo was sitting cross legged on the chair. His figure was blurred and distorted but he stayed there for around five minutes (of which I stared at him) until his form faded into nothingness. When his form appeared a strange cold crashed through the room (it was a very hot summer day), it made the other students and teachers look around, that is why the form vanished.
I concluded from the style of clothing that it was the Black Butler.
It was a very rare treat to view these things because we are not normally permitted to enter the old castle and its gardens in case someone vandalises them. It was visit well worth paying.
Tell me your opinions; on this set of stories.